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To: [email protected]
Subject: Loving Spankings
Date: 14 Nov 2000
I love your website.
When my daughter J... was growing up, I only used
spankings as a last resort. It didn't happen very often, and not
beyond age 10 or so. But when she was little, it worked. Most
of the time, if she was acting up or wouldn't obey, all I needed to do
was frown and ask her if she wanted a spanking, and that warning would
do the trick.
On those occasions when the warning failed to straighten
her out, I would march her to her room and promptly get it over with if
I was feeling calm. If I was angry, I would send her to her room
and take a minute or two to compose myself beforehand before going in to
her.
I abhor child abuse. But there is a vast difference
between physical abuse and a well-deserved spanking properly administered
by a loving parent for a child's own good. For J..., a spanking meant
being turned over Mommy's knee and getting 2-3 slaps for each year of her
age across her bare behind.
After she'd been punished, I would leave J... alone
in her room to cry for a few minutes. When she had simmered down,
I would go back in and we would have a mother-daughter talk about her recent
behavior and how it needed to change in the future. Once I felt she
had learned her lesson and was properly contrite, a kiss and a hug closed
the matter and it was not spoken of again.
Little children cannot always reason through the consequences
of their actions. Some consequences are too abstract for a young
child to grasp. Other consequences are severe but intermittent, as
is the case with unacceptably risky forms of play. That is why I
believe an artificial consequence is sometimes needed. For an artificial
negative consequence to teach a child anything, it must be *negative*.
In other words, it must be an unpleasant experience which the child strongly
wishes to avoid in the future.
Pain is something every child instinctively avoids.
And as an artificial negative consequence it has the added advantage that
it can be over with quickly, unlike other forms of punishment. A
spanking clears the air and lets the parent/child relationship get back
on track as soon as possible.
Giving a child a spanking is like breaking an egg.
The best way is to do it is just hard enough to get the job done but no
harder. If you don't strike hard enough when breaking an egg, it
has no effect, and if you strike too hard it can mess up the egg.
There are all sorts of methods of inflicting controlled
amounts of pain, but since children are small and delicate, nearly all
such methods pose some risk of physical injury, however slight. But
moderate corporal punishment administered to the child's buttocks is an
exception. I think this is why bottom spanking as a method of discipline
for young children is so widely practiced in so many different cultures
the world over.
The bottom is a well-padded area, the largest muscle
in the body. Yet it is also a very tender and sensitive part of the
body as well. This is ideal for administering a moderate, measured
amount of physical pain without any risk of physical injury. A single
slap across a child's backside may sting, but not enough to be an effective
negative consequence. On the other hand, a quick series of slaps
of equal force has a cumulative effect on the sensation the child experiences
even though it poses no more risk of injury than the single slap did.
I agree with you that only the hand should be used
so the parent can tell just how hard she is spanking and know when to stop.
And I firmly believe that afterwards the child should be forgiven, hugged
and reassured that she is still a loved and treasured member of the family.
I would like to recount an incident with J... in which
I believe that I used spanking in the way you recommend.
J... was six, and it was an oppressively humid summer
day. She was playing on the front lawn with a couple of other children
from our block. On account of the heat, she had on her lightest sleeveless
sundress and bare feet. But the children were playing hard and when
she would come indoors for lemonade from time to time, she was perspiring
heavily. At one point, she asked if she might take her panties off
as well, reasoning that it was very hot, they were sticking uncomfortably
to her body, and no one could see through her dress anyhow so what did
it matter? I said no, of course, explaining that proper young ladies
do not go out in public without undergarments, and suggested she find a
less rambunctious game she and her friends could play in the shade if she
was so hot. I felt I was being quite lenient as it was. My
own mother would have made me wear shoes, socks, and a slip under my dress.
J... pouted and fussed and generally didn't exhibit
a particularly good attitude, but she could see that I was firm.
Modesty and proper deportment are essential things for a girl to learn
at a young age. The right habits and demeanor will eventually affect
the quality of husband she will attract. And unfortunately male lust
makes the world a sexually hazardous place for women and girls, who need
to learn early on not to inadvertently send "signals" which might make
males think she is offering something, or that she is "easy." How
could I explain all that to a six year old who didn't even know the
meaning of lust? I didn't attempt to try. All she had to know
was that what she had asked to do was not permitted. Children need
to obey their parents' word, whether the parents' reasons make sense to
them or not. Children who do not obey require discipline.
Later that afternoon, I was glancing out the
front window to check on the children. For a split second as J...
romped on the lawn I could tell that she had nothing on underneath her
dress. She had deliberately disobeyed me, gone ahead and done exactly
what I had told her she may not do.
I was very angry, and called her inside at once
and confronted her. I made her repeat what I had told her earlier
about being properly dressed before going outside to play and then made
her admit that she had been disobedient. Then I told her to go wait
in her room and prepare for a spanking.
I took some deep breaths and counted to ten, waiting
for my anger at her to pass. As it did, it became easier for me to
see how pointless my rule must seem to her. She hadn't meant any
harm, she had just wanted to be comfortable. But being comfortable
was no excuse for willful disobedience. My daughter had been deliberately
naughty, knowing that she would get spanked if she were caught, and
doing it anyway hoping to get away with it. And that was behavior
which I was not prepared to tolerate.
I knew my anger had passed sufficiently once I no
longer felt as if I *wanted* to spank her, but rather saw it as an unpleasant
but necessary task which *had* to be gotten over with. It was time
to go to J...'s room and administer the punishment I had promised.
I sat down on her bed, stood her in front of me and got her to tell me
why she was about to be spanked. She did so, showing me that she
understood the issue. Then I laid her across my lap, turned back
her sundress, and gave her around a dozen firm slaps on her bare backside.
The entire procedure took no more than twenty seconds from start to finish.
I then left the room for about ten minutes to give her time to cry and
rub herself, and to think over her misbehavior.
When she had quieted down, I went back in and sat
her on my lap and we had a little talk. I explained that there were
good reasons why I had made that rule, reasons which she would understand
when she was older, and that until then she simply must trust that I loved
her dearly and that I made rules for her to follow for her own good because
I loved her. She said she was sorry for disobeying and promised to
be a good girl. I held her closely and told her all was forgiven.
Then, after I'd gotten her back into a pair of panties, I took her into
the bathroom and tenderly bathed her face with a cold washcloth so that
the other children wouldn't recognize that she'd been crying, deduce that
she had been disciplined, and tease her about it.
Then entire disciplinary episode, from the moment
I called her into the house until I sent her back out to play again, was
probably little more than a half an hour. J... played happily with
her friends for the rest of the afternoon as if nothing had happened.
Well, I didn't mean to run on so terribly long.
Thank you for your site and please write back if like.
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